Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

How dare this woman throw herself at him like this? He got the bouncers to grab Quinn and drag her out. However, before they could even lay a finger at her, Xavier glared at the bouncers and scared them away. "Throw these bastards out of this room," he said icily. "Yes, Mr. Patterson." The bouncers immediately moved toward the men in black instead. "Mr. Patterson, Mr. Chance Griffin sent us here," Scarface immediately said, revealing his cards. "Chance Griffin? Who the fuck is he? Throw them all out."

Chapter 24: The Butcher of Life Nine ​The rain didn't just fall on Julian; it seemed to avoid him, parting around his frame as if afraid to touch the darkness radiating from his skin. The "Cleanup Team"—six men in tactical grey ceramic armor, wielding high-frequency pulse rifles—halted ten yards from the wreckage. They were professionals, trained to bag supernatural anomalies, but they weren't prepared for the ancient pressure now flattening the grass around the car. ​"Target identified," the lead mercenary barked into his comms. "Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds."

His chest heaved up and down, fists clenched at his sides as he glared at me with pure fury in his eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop?” he screamed, his voice echoing through the room. “You saw me standing right there in the doorway and you still kept fucking yourself with those toys? You even came right in front of me like I wasn’t even there? Is that how low you think of me now, Zara? You dare compare me to those fucking sex toys?!” He pointed angrily at the soaked dildo and vibrator lying on the bed and shouted, “This! You chose this plastic shit over me? Over my dick?”

After that, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular arms, and started to fix the circuit. Bianca was slightly startled. She had forgotten that Chace had spent three years in the Special Operations Force before. His skills ranged from repairing rockets to cooking—the man could really do everything. The only thing he never did was give her his heart. Unexpectedly, after their divorce, he was… “Bianca! The electricity is back!” Xavia’s voice rang out happily. Bianca emerged from her thoughts and watched as Chace climbed down the ladder. His white shirt was a bit dusty but it did not affect his regal aura at all.

X, despite his usual control and precision, was caught off guard by the ferocity and raw power of the skinwalker. The skinwalker’s fist came down with the force of a wrecking ball, hitting X square in the chest. The sound of bone crunching echoed in the air, but Mr. X gritted his teeth and didn’t let up. He threw a brutal right hook, his fist connecting with the skinwalker’s jaw. The force of the blow caused the creature to stagger back, but only for a second. It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed.

He had to chase after Clemont and make him pay. He started the car and drove off immediately. X saw Kaze driving away but he was being held up and could not provide support. He was anxious. He wanted to leave with Kaze. “You guys are pesky little bastards. Time to show you what I can really do.” He shot a man and kicked another away as he spoke. He was quick and did not hold back. The men thought they could escape if they could just stall X, but they had underestimated him. X was a lot stronger than they were.

Then he sat down in front of him. Mr. Christian blinked repeatedly, trying to adjust— But he couldn’t see Striker’s face. Only shadows Only fear. “So tell me, Mr. Christian…” Striker’s voice came low, controlled, almost calm. “Why did you send an assassin after my father?” “N-no one… I sent him because I nev—” He didn’t finish. As a heavy punch landed across his jaw. The sound echoed. Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed violently. “I won’t ask again,” Striker said coldly. “…member of the Devil’s cult.”

This was the sound of his homies cornering that son of a b*tch and mopping the floor with his *ss! He clenched his fists and chucked his cigarette butt to the ground. “Big f*cking surprise, isn’t it, Xavier?! You didn’t expect me to have friends in the underworld, did you? Ha! F*ck you. I’m gonna show you the price of affronting Charlie f*cking Larson!”

I growl. “Dude, sorry but she’s hot, she’s smart, and she’s loving. She’s the total package.” “And you’re going to be unconscious if you don’t stop talking about my mother like she’s a conquest,” I say, glaring at him. “Seriously, dude, Hellfire is the one with no filter. Don’t make Striker show you how he got his name,” Zach says, shaking his head at Chase. “I’m not wrong,” Chase insists. “But you keep that shit to yourself, especially in front of her son, you moron!” Landon says, smacking his upside the head.

as he fvcking called us. This fvcker. Argh ! Why won’t he help me ? “By the looks of it, yeah !!” Chester answered Zane without losing eye contact with us. Those sexy eyes. Grrrrr. “Go and strike a peace deal between them,” Zane commanded while slapping Chester’s heavily muscular arm. Chester rolled his eyes and replied, “Hell no !! Why would I miss the fvcking chance of watching their juicy, peachy asses go for each other !!!” he exclaimed.